Coco's Wild Camping, Llandrindod Wells, Wales

John had read about Coco's Wild Camping site on the internet and was keen to visit. So we decided to cross the border on our way home and stay a night here. The weather is perfect. Light winds, beautiful summer sunshine and a warm 23 c. The drive through the beautiful Welsh countryside was interesting. Ask Angela what she thought of one of the A roads we drove along! As the the Tom Jones song goes, the grass here really is green. 

Coco's, named after one of the resident donkeys is a one hundred and forty acre wild camping site set on a farm. Goats roam free, and the views are absolutely stunning.

And a special treat for us is, there are Red Kites soaring right overhead. When we lived in Longwick the Red Kites were a common sight, and we miss them.

This evening we will take advantage of the fact you can cook on a wood fire, something we've missed since leaving Scotland a week ago. It'll be nice again to fall asleep and awake to birdsong and bleating sheep, even if the Welsh sheep do sound a little angry. We are also hoping for a starry night. We are literally in the middle of nowhere. As always there's plenty to entertain us. A young girl's just been dropped off in a car. Her shorts a little too short. Her small tent erected in no time by the two men in the campervans either side of her. The only facilities here are a few composting toilets dotted around.

The one nearest to us is nearing it's level. It also has a sign in it saying 'nice arse'. We think the men in the campervans opposite might agree. 

There's definitely a Coco the Donkey theme going on here!

Ross-on-Wye

Another early start this morning as we once again had to buy a parking ticket at eight o' clock. The attendant was ready and waiting. We spoke with our French neighbours who were from Lyon. They were sad about Brexit. Sad, we were mad! 

O.K. Marge, a small diversion, we're going through the Brecon Beacons national park. No, not over the Gospel Pass. Warnings of a narrow steep single track road involving lots of reversing and a high risk of damage to your paintwork makes it a no! A gentler route took us pass Tretower where we pulled in to take a look at the medieval fortified house and tower.

We sat a while taking in the sights, sounds and smells of the surrounding countryside. Jostling clouds gave way to blue skies and we continued on to Abergavenny, stopping for a food shop.

We were near to the border with England now and decided to stop at our last Welsh castle of this trip, Raglan castle for lunch. The castle is said to be the grandest ever built by a Welshman. 

We are now in England. Angela no longer has to decipher Welsh road signs whilst driving. Marge is parked up by the river Wye in Ross-on-Wye with a few other vans and is settled for the night. As usual we took a walk out, along by the river and into the town. Three tractors each with trailers carrying hay bales passed down the high street. As you do. 

We are on the home run now, needing to be home by Sunday lunchtime , so we need to plan our onward journey carefully. Where will we take you next Marge?

Hay-on-Wye

An early start this morning, we had to be ready to buy a parking ticket at eight, which we did. But no one came to check! It's O.K. though, a few pounds to enable us to live away from the sofa, television and trappings of everyday life. In Marge we feel alive.

Right Marge, we're turning back on ourselves. We've decided we can't leave this area without visiting the Elan Valley and its string of reservoirs. The three artificial lakes were created between 1892 and 1903 to supply water to Birmingham seventy-three miles away. The drive over the remote moorlands, sheep in the road at every turn and beautiful views across the hills was pleasant, until we met a coach! Reverse Marge.

At the first reservoir we were shocked at just how low the water level was. Field mushrooms grew alongside the road, and of course John couldn't resist picking some.

(These are NOT the Field Mushrooms!)

Our lunch stop, beside the water, adjacent to dense woodland proved popular, and many other vehicles stopped to take photographs of the stone bridge and water. Moving on, the road narrowed. Logging lorry Marge. When we visited Scotland we came across these lorries all the time. The drivers nearly always very patient. Not in Wales. He's not going to back up is he? No Marge, let's us then. Arrogant, what's the word? 

We were glad we'd made the decision to visit the Elan Valley, but we needed to move east so our next stop was Hay-on-Wye where we are staying in yet another car park that allows overnight one in seven nights. Marge is one of eight vans so far. Our neighbours are German and French.

Tired from walking earlier today we still managed a walk into town, around the castle and past the many book shops. Fish and chips tempted us, and one. We sat in the picnic area down by the river Wye to eat them. How's you waistline? Expanding Marge.

Builth Wells

Last night we both agreed how nice it was to be in Marge with no agenda whatever the weather. Earlier in the day we'd been contacted by the estate agent who sold us our home in Poole saying he had possible buyers for it. Could we live in Marge a while? Food for thought. Shame about last nights rain. There was Welsh country dancing on down at the pier. Free entry. Just joking, not for us.

The only positive we could take from the rain that had fallen all night and was still trying early this morning was that we would be rewarded with a spectacular sight at the waterfalls we were to visit at Devil's Bridge later today. All the waterfalls we'd visited whilst in Scotland last autumn had been a little underwhelming, so we had high hopes for today. Firstly, we had to leave Aberystwyth. The exit roads were narrow, lined with parked vehicles. No chance Marge, turn left instead. For once we were happy to find ourselves behind the bin lorry. If that could get through, so could we. 

A twelve-mile drive over the hills took us to the small village of Devil's Bridge. Busy, we managed to squeeze Marge into a parking space. Eight pounds later and we were in amongst trees dripping with rain. Fortunately we had the foresight to wear walking boots and take our walking poles with us, others felt sandals and trainers would suffice. No. There were a lot of steps and rocks with sharp edges to negotiate. At Jacob's ladder Angela surprised herself, looking down it was, no way, but after seeing there was a handrail she decided it could be done one step at a time, just don't look down. At the half way point she looked up. Mistake. Deep breath, continue.

The falls were impressive, the roar of the water deafening and the power from it as it tumbled over the rocks quite frightening at times. 

By mid afternoon we were on our way over the Cambrian mountains, stopping at one point to photograph the view, not expecting to see a fridge dumped just over the fence. There are no words.

The sun was out and as Marge bowled along, we felt very much alive. Our destination was LLandrindod Wells, a spa town where we thought about overnighting at the lake. But it just didn't feel right there so we moved onto Builth Wells. Once again, the flag of Wales was prominent everywhere. On our travels today we'd seen inflatable daffodils tie-wrapped to someone's front fence. Very patriotic.

Finally, we'd like to thank Buith Wells town council for allowing campervans, motorhomes, cars towing caravans and lorries to stay overnight in their car park right beside the river Wye. You can stay overnight for one in seven days which is reasonable. We spent money in the town, (yet another Chinese takeaway), one of the lorry drivers went into town for a couple of hours so he also spent money. If this council 'get it', why can't all of them!